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When One Loves A Rose
03:59
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And that's how it goes
In this world of woes,
When one softly knows
That one loves a rose.
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For he doesn't understand
Just how much she loves him,
And he doesn't understand
Just how bad she wants him,
And he doesn't understand
Why she's been so harsh to him,
So he walks away, once more
From his loved one's open door ...
By the fountain where they met
He is there on odd days,
Mondays, Wednesdays and the Fridays,
That is where he will stay,
And on Sundays, he goes home,
And he lets his eyes pour
Tears, awaiting the return
Of a flame that's no more.
***
And that's how it goes
In this world of woes,
When one softly knows
That one loves a rose.
***
For she doesn't understand
Just how much he loves her,
And she doesn't understand
Just how bad he wants her,
And she doesn't understand
Why he's been so harsh to her,
So she walks away, once more
From her loved one's open door ...
By the fountain where they met
She is there on even days,
Tuesdays, Thursdays and the Saturdays,
That is where she will stay,
And on Sundays, she goes home,
And she lets her eyes pour
Tears, awaiting the return
Of a flame that's no more.
***
And that's how it goes
In this world of woes,
When one softly knows
That one loves a rose.
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Looking down, with passing glances,
At untaken second chances,
Looking round with older eyes
At the times we said goodbyes
Marching on to lesser days
And with nothing to replace
Times gone by with gentle kisses
Warmest hugs and newborn wishes
Travelling the fields of life
With no way to fight the cries
Of our twofold broken heart
That has e'er kept us apart
Proudest egos, rigid rules
Playing us for stupid fools;
And as we wait at life's own door
Scared to knock, afraid to go ...
Silly minds and hardened spirits
Break us both, too blind to see it,
Old mistakes and foolish pride
Making both just lose our mind ...
And as we wait at closed doors,
Looking straight, with frozen souls,
We know now, though we're no more,
We could have really had it all.
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Kindest thoughts when we first met,
Thought we'd paid our karma debt;
When our eyes looked straight ahead
Into our souls, our love confessed
With some joy and with some tears,
Those were then our happy years;
What we had could never break,
Our love no-one could take.
We were soft, we were sincere,
We believed, we had no fear;
All we had could never have stood
Life's heartless ways, it's understood.
And now, with proud and rigid rules
That play us for useless fools,
We remain at life's own door,
Too scared to let our feelings soar ...
Silly minds and hardened spirits,
Break us both, we just don't see it;
Old mistakes and foolish pride
Just fade away into the night ...
And as we leave, both standing tall,
Broken hearts, closed like a wall,
We know, in our wounded soul,
We could still perhaps have it all ...
We look away ... we are no more.
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3. |
What Do You Do?
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What do you do
When you've got no more tears,
What do you do?
What do you do
When they're so true, your fears,
What do you do?
You sit and write a song,
Tell everyone what's wrong,
Someone may listen ...
You sit and write a song,
Someone may hear what's wrong
In the distance.
When melodies won't chime
And lyrics will not rhyme
Any longer ...
Just tell her how you feel,
Make all else disappear,
You'll be stronger.
When everything is lost
And you feel like a ghost,
Just not the same ...
Don't let yourself despair
Sing loud, and, if she dares,
It'll be fine,
Don't let yourself be scared,
Sing loud, and if she cares,
She will be thine ... in time.
What do you do,
When you've got no more tears,
What do you do?
What do you do?
When there've been so many years,
What do you do?
You sit and write a song,
Tell everyone what's wrong,
And hope she'll listen ...
You sit and write a song,
And hope she'll hear what's wrong,
In the distance.
You sit and write a song,
And hope she'll hear what's wrong,
In the distance ...
In the distance.
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Purely For Myself
03:31
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I'm just a man,
No shining star.
I'm not someone who plays with hearts
Just so, for fun ...
My life's a mess ...
Whose isn't so?
But I won't change just because
You want me to ...
Trying hard in life, with endless fails,
To find that one person whom with life to share
And, as I get closer for my time to end
There's just this question drives me round the bend ...
Trying hard in life, with endless fails,
To find that one person who th' same river sails,
And, as I get closer for my life to shelve,
Will she ever love me purely for myself?
You know, I'm kind
I'm one who cares
I just won't fight an endless fight
Just so, for dares ...
And I am good
I know my soul
And yet I wonder whether it's enough
To meet a girl ...
Trying hard in life, with endless fails,
To find that one person whom with life to share
And, as I get closer for my time to end
There's just this question drives me round the bend ...
Trying hard in life, with endless fails,
To find that one person who th' same river sails,
And, as I get closer for my life to shelve,
Will she ever love me purely for myself?
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The Servant
02:56
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Who has believed one word we've said?
To whom has this story been revealed?
For he grew up before us as a tender plant,
and as a root sticking out of dry ground
He had no good looks or majesty,
No beauty to desire when him we see.
Despised he was, we hid our face before him
Respect? Please. We found him boring.
Yet surely, he bore OUR sickness
And carried with him all our suffering
And yet we thought HIS was the illness
When he carried inside all OUR wrongdoing.
He was oppressed - of that, please have no doubt
And yet, when afflicted, he did not make a sound.
As a lamb to the slaughter, he stayed ever silent
When took away, he was, by hate and judgement.
They made his grave with the wicked
And with the abandoned in his death
Although he had done nothing icky
Nor were ever lies said from his breath.
Yet surely, he bore OUR sickness
And carried with him all OUR suffering
And yet we thought that HIS was the illness
When he carried inside all OUR wrongdoing.
Oh yes, it pleased the world so much to bruise him
And cause him much cause for suffering
But after the dark night of his own soul
He will soon see his own offspring.
His hope is for the light and to be happy
For love's own pleasure to prosper in his heart
And, having taken on the pain of so many,
For him and his loved one never to be apart.
His hope is for the light and to be happy
For love's own pleasure to prosper in his heart
And, having taken on the pain of so many,
For him and his loved one never to be apart.
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When She Plays The Piano
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Rose
03:46
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On The Edge of Paradise
04:14
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Waltz-Fantasie
03:46
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Nothing Without You
03:40
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I walked down every path, all of my life,
I looked for you, in peace and strife,
Alas, you're far away, where I can't go,
Not knowing how I feel, which hurts me so ...
I traveled every road, and every time
I thought I'd find you again, and call you mine ...
And now I'm near the end, and you're not here
Allow me to share with you what I find clear ...
Life is nothing without you,
Love is useless and untrue,
If you're not here for me to kiss your hand,
Then everything I've built, I've built on sand ...
I'm getting older, each, and every day,
My body, slowly, slowly, is giving way ...
Our stunning beauty's now washed o'er by rain ...
Whenever I think of you, I'm filled with pain ...
I need a miracle for your return
God knows that that's all I'll ever yearn
For, alas, you're far away, and you can't hear
My thoughts and hopes, all I hold dear ...
It's been my error, perhaps, to love you so much,
But it's too late to make it right, as such;
And, now I'm near the end, you're still not here ...
Allow me, please, to share what now seems clear:
Life is nothing without you,
Love is useless and untrue,
If you're not here for me to kiss your hand,
Then everything I've built, I've built on sand ...
So allow me, please, to dream of you once more,
For you've been th'only one I've e'er adored ...
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Silent Dance
03:33
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16. |
A Waltz For Peace
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James Delsono London, UK
Singer-Songwriter
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